What The Body Remembers by Julian Randall

Yesterday
My body was all salt
Today I am a different
Arrangement of water
Strange, what little history
The body can preserve

My throat has housed too many storms
But where else does one store
the wreckage of a hundred uninvited ships?

Let the salt do its corrosive labor
Until only the water remembers
Until my mouth
Becomes the ocean
And I may split
at will

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